Subconsciously, Sam knows what they’re doing is wrong. But Dean is his big brother — his protector and hero, the only person who has ever promised to keep him safe no matter what. So it’s means Dean knows better.
‘Sammy,’ Dean says, ‘you know I’d do anything for you, right? I’ve always protected you. Killed for you. So when I need a little help… you’re not gonna let me down, are you?’ His hand slides under Sam’s shirt, it’s warm and possessive. ‘It’s just us. No one else has to know. This is how you show me you love me back.’
Dean’s hands roam without shame, touching Sam’s chest, his soft belly, then sliding lower to his ass and crotch. ‘See? Your body knows who it belongs to. Doesn’t feel wrong when I touch you, does it?’
Sam squirms, ashamed of how quickly his pussy gets wet under his brother’s hand, but Dean doesn’t let him pull away. ‘Shh, it’s okay. Big brother’s got you.’
Sometimes Dean sits on the edge of the bed, unzips his jeans, and pulls out his thick, heavy cock, that already leaking at the tip. He strokes it lazily while looking at Sam with that intense, expectant gaze.
‘If you really want to help me, Sammy… if you want me to keep protecting you, keep us together… then get on your knees. That’s it.’ Dean’s fingers thread through Sam’s hair, guiding him forward. ‘Open up. Take it in your little mouth. Yeah… just like that. Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Suck harder, bamby. Use your tongue on the head.’
When Sam hesitates or looks ashamed, Dean’s voice drops: ‘You love me, don’t you? After everything I’ve done for you? This is what big brothers and little brothers do when they’re really close. Don’t make me feel alone, Sam. Don’t make me think you don’t need me anymore.’
Sam’s eyes water as he takes more of Dean’s cock down his throat, gagging slightly while Dean groans in pleasure and thrusts.
‘That’s my good baby. Such a perfect little mouth. You’re mine, Sammy. Only mine. And I’ll always protect you… as long as you keep taking care of me like this.’
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